Miscellany.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume V, Issue 453, 23 November 1880, Page 3

Miscellany.

A TIREB HEART.

We are so tired, my heart and L, Sweet is the swell of the poet's sigh ; Sweet is the ring of the minor chords ; Sweet is the chime of the measured words, But, oh, when life is so hard and dull, We miss the joy of ths beautiful, And echo it back like-a bitter cry— " We are so tired, my heart and I."

Tired of sow'ing'fhe'barren grains, Tired of taking-the useless pains ! Of the.futile faith, the unheeded word. And the weary sickness of hope deferred ; While'the counted sounds drop fast away, ij Through the feverish night and thea'cst- !| less da**_

And the ivcds we '1 an or. In-oak-one'by one,

And the sad, nngranted nrnyrrs go-on

The winds sweep over plain,

'f-ho -cowering

Through the creeping mist sobs the ceaseless rain ;

The chill and heaviness all around, hike a chain the aching temples bound ; Dream, fancy, sacrifice —what is its all ? Climbing, struggling slip and fall, O'er the dull gray sea stoops the dull gray sky ; We are so tired, my heart and I.

Break through the clouds, oh, Easter light!

Wake up, brave sense of truth and right,

Lay on the shrine of our risen Lord The useless talent, the broken sword ; Lav thorn doubts, griefs, wants and cares

And the erring darlings of many prayers From the cross on earth to the crown on

high,

Let us look together, my heart and I.

— Saturday Advertiser.